There's a doorway without a door.
It seems like it would swallow me.
The stuff all around seems
Like it would eat me up.
Who says I am a fairy from Halembu:
Caressing someone's discarded shoes,
I'm no more than a pair of shoes,
There's no honey
Though we have a beehive in the house,
Like the song of my heart
It is without words.
There's no courtyard.
Only someone's wheat fields touching the house,
Like the dance of my heart,
That couldn't dance.
I'm a pair of shoes
To be worn by someone
To be worn out
To be used until it's torn.
But surely I could also have been
A fairy, couldn't I?
9:42 AM 30 March 2000
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